June 16, 2010
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Struggling to attain perfection
In a warped and lifeless dimension
We've got a whole new world to make
Breaking old bonds to institute change.

He will make the world his someday
Quietly, he'll clean this filth away
Like the gentile, misty-rain -

falling softly on dead fields (once grain)

A silent battle raged in him
Never to reach his marble skin
He will win, against all odds
Erasing humanity to become a God.

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